Ode to Angie's Bagel

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It’s been sitting in my
locker for years

Just sitting there

Every second, decomposing

Toxic fumes collecting in its
bio-hazard bag

Just a lump of mold and
clay-colored mush

Yet it means so much to me

It keeps sitting there

Used to be something edible

A snack, a breakfast

Something crunch and chewy
and buttery

Now I am hesitant to touch it

A bagel no more

Though through its
transformation to something less

To me, it is more than before

If it were to be thrown away

It would be as though a part
of me were no longer

Decomposed it maybe

Retched, putrid, disgusting
mush it is

It is still mine and it’ll
stay there

Because I choose it to be so

If it were to be gone, though
only a rotting bagel

I would miss it, because I has
been a resident to my locker for so long

Everyday I check

And everyday I feel relieved

It is still there,
decomposing

A bagel sits in my locker on
the top shelf

In a bio-hazard bag

It has been there for years

And it’ll be there for years
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